Pitch Black

Intro + Messenger of God

Pitch Black


In a place where no one's wise 
an old man walks alone 
Soon a child will fill his heart 
of hope, light and dreams 

He looks the child within her eyes 
never knowing what she feels 
Touches her could soul, and says: 
"Come with me to hell..." 

CHORUS (x2) 
Destiny... 
Insanity... 
Prophecy... 
Hear the wise man 

Look inside, look inside 
No one can find the way 
No one waits for the sign 

"Hold my hand 
Reach into my thoughts 
find your desire and you shall be mine 'till we die" 

CHORUS (x2) 

His life will never be reminded 
as a life of pride and justice 
since the day he spoke the words 
and sorrow took over his soul 

ANGER - An ever-constant feeling 
FREEDOM - the right to fight for glory 
WALKING - the line of innocence 
The way we see will make you even stronger 

One last time to make believe 
the prophecies, the destiny 
On every child there's a dream 
of a Messenger of God